Breathe in Air

Your mental state depends on the air you intake
So I tend breathe to quicker with every eye flicker
With every clock ticker I feel my brain getting bigger
It cuts me in slithers and I begin to wither
So you drag me to the attic where I turn more frantic
The smallest issue becomes gigantic and you’re less of a romantic
My mental state only depends on the air I intake,
And I breathe thicker than the wind but I’m still being sinned
There are other factors and you don’t believe I’m not an actor
I’m trapped in a room of paper and my one and only chaser
My mind eats me alive and there is no way I can survive